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The 8th Annual Dallas Becomes Chicago Pub Crawl

August 23, 2009
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Last night was the 8th annual Dallas Becomes Chicago Pub Crawl organized by the “Mayor of Greeneville Avenue” (Henceforth “MOGA”).  The name comes from MOGA’s admiration of the Chicago bar scene where one can go from pub to pub on the L and not have to drive.  Dallas has a much smaller mass transit system than Chicago.  Nevertheless, on the pub crawl each year we are able to visit six different bars all within walking distance of a DART station.  Each bar knows that we are coming and MOGA is usually able to negotiate food or drink specials for us.  No one on the pub crawl except MOGA and his two fellow guides know the list of pubs ahead of time.  The participants are only told what the first pub is, and from there we all follow the three guides to the next pub.  All 200 of us.  We tend to dominate any bar we go to — 200 people all wearing the same T-shirts.

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This years selection of bars was the best in the five years I’ve been on the Pub Crawl.

Hooters

Hooters was my least favorite stop on this year’s pub crawl, but it did have plenty of room for 200 people in addition to their usual 5:00 pm Saturday crowd.  The wait staff were a bit overwhelmed by us.  I know several people who barely got their food before we had to head to the DART station to go to the next pub.  Our waitress delivered orders to the wrong table several times and the same order had to be re-submitted to the kitchen more than once.  I suspect Hooters doesn’t give a very high priority to competence when selecting waitresses.  I think they care more about a couple of things other than serving skills in their interview process.

Brooklyn

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Our next DART stop was Cedars station from which we walked to a Jazz club called Brooklyn.  Brooklyn has a higher tone than most places we usually visit on the pub crawl.  The regular patrons were in nice clothes.  Some of the men were wearing ties.  The club is quite large.  The could have easily accommodated twice as many of us.  We arrived at 6:30, well ahead of the Saturday night rush for a Jazz club so we had the place nearly to ourselves.

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In the back room they had pool tables and a chess set. So, in what must surely be a DBCPC first, I played chess with fellow pub crawler Fred.

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Lee Harvey’s

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Lee Harvey’s has a good-sized outdoor area with picnic tables and a stage for where they provide live music.  They serve burgers, and from the aroma of the place, probably pretty darn good BBQ.  The band playing was the Big Guns.  They played straight up rock from the mid Twentieth Century.  “Please Please Me”, “Misirlou”, “Runaway”.  Good stuff.

Lee Harvey’s is located in a less affluent part of town.  The courtyard of the business next door is ringed with consertina wire.   While we were certainly safe there in a group of 200, I’m not sure I’d want to part my car there late at night.  This is what I love about the pub crawl, seeing parts of town I don’t normally see.

Plush

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Plush is definitely someplace I would never visit in my regular social circles.  The target clientele seems to be well-to-do professionals in their twenties.  Here’s a video from their website:

In short, it’s a meat market.  But not at 9:30 at night.  And not with 200 T-shirt and blue jeans wearing 30 and 40-somethings there.  The DJ was pretty good.  He caught the vibe of the crowd and started playing remixed 80’s music.  We danced.  Not a pretty sight.  But fun.

The Tower Club

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As the night went on, the thought occurred to me that we seemed to be on a sort of night-life safari, going to various exotic locales and seeing the woldlife, all within my own city.   The Tower Club was the figurative and literal height of the evening.  Located on the 48th floor of the Thanksgiving Tower in downtown Dallas, The Tower Club is a private, members-only, establishment with one of the the best views I think I’ve ever seen of Dallas at night — better than Reunion Tower in some respects (my pics didn’t turn out well).  This is not only the sort of place I wouldn’t normally go: it’s the sort of place I wouldn’t normally be allowed.

They prepared a special menu just for the pub crawl.

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That $10 coconut shrimp was quite good.

Rembrandt’s

When we left the Tower Club we took the last DART train from Akard Station to West End.  On the way Glen B. noticed that we were on the “midnight train” and led the whole car in a resounding rendition of the first verse of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing”

Just a small town girl, livin in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit
He took the midnight train goin anywhere

Rembrandt’s was a fine place to wind down the evening, if a bit nondescript.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. Judy Miller permalink
    August 23, 2009 2:56 pm

    fun!
    🙂

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